A/N: Please don't hate me, and just so you know I did cry writing this chapter. I'm not heartless I swear! I hope you all like this story, and this will not be the last chapter, but we are nearing the very end. So, remember to review. Criticism is loved just as much as praise guys3

The Other Side

Blaine

It has been two days since Kurt and I have been to McKinley High School, and we've spent the time with each other, lying in my bed. It's about 9 am and Kurt is finally asleep; it's the first time in two days he's slept for more than an hour. It's been like this ever since he woke up from his coma. Every time he remembers something he can't sleep for days, he can't go to his own home, and I hate that I can't fix it. I have to just sit and watch him suffer. He relives his demons, and I remember running into his house, seeing all of the destruction, and finding him almost dead in his room. It forces me to think of how I tried to keep him alive until paramedics arrived, watched them put him broken body onto the ambulance, and away to the hospital. I'm forced to relive what seemed like countless hours I sat, and paced the waiting room, trying to hold back on tears. Watching the pain Burt, Carole, and Finn wore all over their faces.

When Kurt awoke we didn't know he'd forget all of what Karofsky did to him, and have to relive it piece by piece for months.

I'm awakened from my half-asleep haze, because of a scream from the other side of my bed. Kurt, now sitting up in bed, propping himself up on his arms, is now staring shocked and scared at my bookshelf on the wall opposite the bed. With his breath now slowing down, and coming back normal with a sigh, he lies back down, and turns on his side to face me.

He needs not to say a word, and he knows it. We lie there staring at each other for a while until I say, "I need to take a shower." I lean in and kiss the soft pale skin on his forehead and whisper "Would you like to join me?"

"No, thank you. Your Dad caught us last time we did that. We wouldn't want to push over his limit. Your mom already has to fight for me to say here so frequently." I nod and tell him to make himself comfortable.

While in the shower I think of how to cheer Kurt up today. We can't spend another day curled up in my bed. (Of course, I love being with him all day, but he'll never get over the memory with nothing to distract him from it.) I know he does not want to be out in public, so I decide that we can go have a nice lunch at BreadstiX (It's dead at lunch time), and then we can spend the rest of the day at his house, watching our favorite movies, or singing our favorite songs together.

When I get out of the shower and return to my room, I find that Kurt is not in my room any longer; I quickly through on some clothes, to see where he ventured. I find him in the kitchen, sitting at the counter munching on a piece of toast with jam on it. He hears me enter, and turns to face with me with an almost bright smile. I lean on the door frame and start to study his face. He continues to eat, and when he finishes he looks me curiously, "What?" I show a slight smile, "Nothing," I reply.

I cross the room and lean onto the counter, "So I was thinking," I start "You should go to your house tonight. I mean, you can't stay here forever, even though I wish you could. My dad can't handle this too much longer, and if you need me tonight no matter the hour, I'll be right over. I swear to it."

At first he looked a bit angry, but seems to toss the thought around in his head. "Okay" he finally agrees, "You'll come over at anytime?" He gives a wry smile. "Of course, I'd do anything for you." I move to put my arms around him, and my face in-between his shoulder and neck. We stay like that for a minute and enjoy each others presence. "So you'd better shower and get dressed. I'm treating you to lunch at BreadstiX." I feel his muscles tighten, and the warm smile leave his lips.

"I can't go into public Blaine. I just can't. It's to much for me." I spin his stool so that he his now facing me, I take both of my hands and put them on either side of his face. "Yes you can. It won't be very crowded, and if I didn't think you could do this, I wouldn't make you, but you have to get on with life. We can't spend forever inside, avoiding other people. Besides on Monday we have to go back to school." The look on his face is mortified, but he knows I'm right. "Fine."

When we get to Kurt's house he demands I put on my sweats ans wear the until I leave so when he wears them to bed they'll smell like me. I do as he says and we lounge around all day until Finn shows up at about 4 o'clock, with Rachel tagging a long. We hear them enter, but make no move from our spot on the couch. "Someone is watching Funny Girl. I'd know it anywhere." Rachel says from the hallway. Finally they spot us in living room, "Why hello Blaine. Kurt, how are you? Sorry I haven't called you, I assumed you needed time to yourself. We have a new group number in glee though neither of you were there to compete for the lead solo, so naturally I took it. Normally I would stay and watch this movie with you, but I sense you'd like some more time together. Finn and I will be upstairs, in his room." With that rushed statement Rachel whisked her boyfriend up the stairs, and we were left to snuggle and watch the classic movie once more.

At 10pm I change out of my sweats, into my other clothes. Have a tiny make-out session with Kurt in the driveway and begin my journey home. When getting into my car Kurt looks worried. "I know you'll be okay. If I didn't think you could handle a night without me, I wouldn't leave you." He nods, and looks like he's suppressing tears. "I'll be okay."

"Call me if you need me. I'll head right over." I reassure. "I love you." I whisper, I pull out of the drive way and hear him call "I love you too!" I watch him in the rear view mirror until I have to turn the corner and drive to my house.

Halfway to my house, a thunderstorm starts, and it became harder to see the road. It didn't help that my mind didn't want to focus on the road ahead. I just wanted to think of Kurt, and how I should be there with him. I thought about how I wasn't really going home, because home was really wherever Kurt was. Wherever he was, where was I wanted to be. In that ride home I realized there was no way I'd ever love another. Even if he decided not to be with me anymore, I'd never be able to get over him. This love ran deep, and I'm pretty sure he feels the exact same way. I arrive at my house safe through the storm, still hazed by my realization that Kurt will always hold my heart.

I walk inside and ignore my drunk father's inquires as to where I've been. I go straight into my room change into some comfier clothes, and collapse in my bed, purposely laying on the side that smelled like Kurt.

I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I know it's 1:30 am and my phone is ringing on my nightstand. "Hello?" I stutter, still half-asleep, not aware of who is on the other line.

"Blaine?" It's Kurt, and for some reason I'm fully awake now. "Blaine are you there?"

"Oh, yes. I'm here. What's wrong?" I panted.

"I need you. Please say you'll come over." He sounds like he's crying and I know I have to get there, to see him as soon as I can.

"Be there in 30 minutes. I love you."

"Love you" There was a click and I immediately jump out of bed, not caring that I don't have shoes on, or that I'm still in my pajamas. I grab my car keys and sprint to the garage, get in my car not caring if I woke my parents with the noise.

The thunderstorm was worse now, and the road was barely visible. It's a good thing there wasn't many cars out at 2am. Now on the deserted back road because I know it'll be the quickest way to Kurt's house at this hour. When I didn't see the fallen tree, just fifteen feet in front of me. I slam on the brakes, but the road is to slippery, the car slides, and I hit the tree. I fly through the window, glass imbedded in my skin, I fly through the air, and land at the other side of the tree. I hear my head crack on the pavement. I'm cold but I think it's because of the rain, but it also might have been the blood loss. I felt the blood leaving my body. I was in so much pain. I wished it'd go away. I saw my life flash before me. I realize the only way I was ever happy was when I was with Kurt. No solo in choir ever brought me as much joy as he had. Now I knew I'd never see him again. I was dying. In the middle of a empty road, alone.